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Vedant pov

" Tumne maara hai usse" As soon as these words reached my ears, I looked back. My wife standing close to the door was staring at me angrily. Today there was no childness, innocence or mischievousness in her eyes, rather there was a strange pain and anger in her eyes.

(Did you killed him?)

" Please tell me that you did not kill him" she said coming closer towards me. This time there was no anger in it instead it has a hope. But I shatter her hopes and told her that I killed him. And I am not at all guilty about that.

" Please vedant majak mat karo....meri Jaan nikle Jaa Rahi hai." She said cupping my face.

( I am dying vedant..... please don't joke)

"Me majak nahi kar rha Manya"I told looking straight in her eyes. The tears she had held back till now had made their way out.

( I am not kidding Manya)

" Tum Aisa kaise kar sakte ho Vedant?" She started hitting my chest. " Tumhe ek baar bhi mera khyal nahi aaya.......ab wo log tumhe jail le jayenge.... tumhare Bina mera kya hoga vedant...mein tumhare Bina nahi reh sakti please mujhe chod ke mat jao." She says sobbing.

(How can you do this vedant?)
( You didn't think of me even once....... now they will take you to jail...... what will happen to me without you Vedant............I can't live without you please don't leave me.)

" Look at me Manya" I said softly but she didn't.

" Manya" this time I ordered her. And she looked at me. She is still sobbing Her eyes and nose turned red because of crying.

" Mein tumhe khin chod ke nahi jaa rha" I told her.
( I am not leaving you)

" Per wo aapko jail le jayenge" she said innocently.

( But they will take you to jail)

" Koyi mujhe jail nahi leke Jaa rha....apne iss chotte se dimag per itna jor mat do" I about to touch her forehead with my index finger but stopped remembering her challenge.

( No one is taking me to jail....... don't stress this little brain of yours)

She hummed. She wipe her tears and looked at me.

" Pinky promise"

" Hun?" I looked at her in confusion.

" Do pinky promise that you will not leave me" she said.

" Don't you think that I have already made this promise at our wedding" I said.

" Accha toh aapko yaad hai mujhe lga aapki Umar ho gayi hai kahin bhul gaye ho..toh yaad dila deti hu.....per thik hai ab agar aapko yaad hai toh" she said. Making a pout.

( Well you remember, I thought as you have become old you have forgotten......so I thought let me remind you.....but it's ok if you remember)

" Did she just call me budha?"

( Budha - old )

" How she can called me old....afterall I am just 29 years old."

" Tumhe kis angle se mein Budha lagta hu" I asked in anger.

( From what angle do I look old to you? )

" Haww.... Kaisi baate kar rahe Hain aap bhla me qun apne pati parmeshwar ko budha kahungi....kuch bhi bolte hai aap" she acted like I put wrong aligation on her.

( Haww........ what are you talking about? Why would I called my husband old.....you say anything)

' yeh ladki puri dramebaaz hai'